Down in the White of the Tree: Spiritual Poems
By Tim J. Myers
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Tim J. Myers
Tim J. Myers is a writer, teacher, and storyteller. He is the author of numerous children’s books, including Basho and the Fox, which made the New York Times best-seller list for children’s books and was chosen by Smithsonian Magazine as a notable book. Myers lives in Santa Clara, CA, where he also lectures at Santa Clara University.
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Down in the White of the Tree - Tim J. Myers
(Confucius)
Introduction
Myself As Tree: A Prayer
Adonai,
give me life then kill me if You must,
only let it be
that like a tree I live, a planted thing,
knowing the ground deep and deeper,
drinking up world through roots I send down,
water-life drawn from soil and darkness—
let the season-round ring by ring increase me—
when sun comes, let my leaves flutter
each with its small luster—
let autumn-release fling my numberless seeds
outward on winds
shifting and sure as Hope—
and when my sap fails at last, come Thou, Axeman,
fell me hard, lay me down,
(I’ll murmur Your name all the while),
stand over me gripping the ax of Death
and split me with Your hands
(the right I call Making, the left Unmaking),
let the blade bite, let it jump into
my drying white interior,
oh Unspeakable, shape me, plane me—
make me a Door.
February, 1991
Tonight on the car radio
I heard a trumpet revealing,
in minor scales, the eventual death
of the sun.
At the game today a misthrown ball
went flying into the stands.
A father threw his arms around
his little girl, instantly, thoughtlessly.
The bitterness of wasted deaths
cannot overcome the truth
of his gesture.
There’s a war on now. They made
love at midnight
in utter joy and abandon.
How many millennia did it take
before we could make a rake—a fence—a school?
I have books, and the great dead
as if voices in my own ears, tonight.
We must adjust the budget
for unexpected military expenditures.
In my love’s belly the bones
of our child are forming.
What should I say to the
bright-specked wheeling night sky?
Paleolithic Burial
When he died they hunched him up
like baby in womb, curled him
into a shallow scoop in the cave-floor,
planted him like a seed as he slowly stiffened,
covering his slumped and earthen limbs
with a layer of red ochre,
sprinkling him with wildflowers—
then turned away.
Moon comes back each month, so bright,
then curls itself into a dying crescent—
baby struggles out of a woman’s darkness—
petals of delicate blue, pale yellow, in the wetwoods,
how do they know
when sun is past dying and comes
to life again?
This is older than cities or books,
older than prayers or earnest discussions,
older than farming,
something buried and burst open long before
words, ideas, church or temple or crudest holy place,
older even than itself,
this longing.
On Laughter
Philosophers, tell us what
laughter is.
Explain this violent extraverbal utterance
leaping up through us and out,
sweetly infectious—
explain our temporary scorn
for all limits, all suffering,
for death itself, when we inhabit
the little kingdom of a joke—
explain the whole of Spring
arriving in sudden gust,
epiphany of the belly—
pore over your books,
weigh the various factors,
construct even more profound explanations
than those you’ve already given,
which are, I’m forced to say,
inadequate—
We’ve stolen the Elixir
from under your noses.
Secrets
In summer, say,
a row of potted plants
on a sidewalk, or
trains taking people to work.
Secrets up out of
ordinary things—
how they press themselves
against all that
contains them,
these secrets,
revenants striving against
matter. Existence
as it gives life leaves so much
buried.
Set the table
carefully—you are
establishing something.
Deep-rooted willow tree.
Empty ball field.
After Prayer
Across from
the smoothie stand,
hummingbird in
mating dance
hovering at fifty feet
falls, light-shot
streak chittering
ecstasy.
I keep
begging God
for a sign—
World sings back, relentless,
what greater sign
than Me?
At the Edge
At the edge of the cemetery,
where row